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  1. Zo'ra is the superior choice. Super excited to see more buggos join the growing horde. +1 from me. I like Rhoda Marks and Halloway (Haven't seen him in forever. I always enjoyed my interactions with him as Zed)
  2. They plan to host this event the day before Thanksgiving (11/22/59) around 3-4 p.m. station time (EST depending on when rounds end/start). I would imagine hosting this on Thanksgiving--while most of the crew is off-station celebrating--would be rather pointless. If this is satisfactory, I will have them make preparations immediately. My thanks, Dr. Shoshanna. -Ka'Akaix'Zed Zo'ra, Medical Resident, NSS Aurora
  3. (Not sure when the best time would be to do this. Conspiir and I were thinking maybe the day before Thanksgiving in the afternoon sometime when we are both on. Thoughts?) Attention Captain and Head of Personnel. This is Ka’Akaix’Zed Zo’ra. I have just been informed that there is a human holiday approaching called Thanksgiving. I have been told that it is an important day for you humans. Since food seems to be a big part of it, I have instructed the Ka’Viax’Kee Zo’ra and Ka’Viax’Kii Zo’ra prepare a feast in honor of this holiday, in an attempt to further relations between the Vaurca and Humanity. Since I know nothing of human cuisine, I leave it to them to make preparations. I have attached here an audio message from them and myself with more details. I trust they will do a satisfactory job. Thank you for your time. Okay, you two. Juzzt zzpeak into thizz microphone here. Like thizz, Wizze Mazzter? Yezz, yezz. Be quick now. I am buzy. Yezzir. KeeKii making zzpecial annouzement vor all crew. KeeKii want do big treat vor human Givingzz Day. Yezz. KiiKee make many tazztyzz vor crew. Make mazzhed taterzz and big clucker and clucker zztuvving. Kee promizze Kii not make big zzlimezz. Not have to zzlay. Kee not promizze, but try. KeeKii need many cluckerzz and grower to make vegzz. Azzk vor builderzz to make big table at bar or vanzy picture room. Kzon and Zed zzay izz good idea to do zzpecial treatzz vor zzpecial human day. Tell KiiKee to do good job. KiiKee alwayzz do good jobzz. Make humanzz, zzkrellyzz, lizzardzz, fuzzyzz and robutzz like Vaurca. Let Vaurca zztay long timezz. Make Queenzz happy. Izz KeeKii job to make happy. KeeKii azzking captain and head mazzter zzir to let KeeKii do zzpecial treat day. Translation: Kee and Kii are to (attempt to) host a Thanksgiving event for the crew. They require a gardener to be on shift so they have ingredients, and a couple engineers to make a table in the bar/holodeck to accommodate the crew. I ask that you consider this proposal, as it will be a stepping stone to better relations between our species. Thank you for your time.
  4. I'm interested to see what people think of my Vaurca cook, as well as Ka'Akaix'Zed Zo'ra, my Vaurca Medical Resident/Surgeon (cmoooon avowal), and maybe Shawna Butterfill (Hydroponicist, Xenobio/botanist). I have a month or two of RP experience to my name, and I'm curious if I'm going in the right direction, and/or if there are things I can improve on. Thanks so much!
  5. +1 for sure. I've played with Lawrence a bunch and he is an awesome coworker. I haven't seen you break character with him once. I'm excited to see your Woxyl in Medical. Zed approvezz.
  6. TWO VAURCA APPS IN ONE DAY?!?!?! Hallelujah! I really like this backstory. It's different than the usual "I got picked to go work for the humanzz, boo." Obviously a +1 from me. Good luck to you sir, and I hope to see Ziim on the station soon. DOOOOM!
  7. YAY MORE BUG FRIENDS! I haven't had much interaction with your other characters, but I know you are serious about learning more about Vaurca. We even talked a bit yesterday about their mechanics and lore. I'm super excited. Pluzz one vrom Zed and Kee.
  8. I really like this. I've said this before, but you're insanely good at storytelling and I need to meet this guy if he ever shows up on the station. Teach me your ways, wise master.
  9. MFalco

    Extended

    This story is based off one of my favorite podcasts, Welcome to Night Vale. If you haven’t listened to it, you are missing out. A friendly station community where the engine is hot, the stars are beautiful, and harmful fungi is being detected while we all pretend to work. Welcome aboard to the Aurora. Good evening, dear listeners. My name is DJ Socket, accompanied always by my loyal companion and friend, Plug. We have an exciting and jam packed show for you today, so let’s get right into it. First, I have been asked to read the following brief message from the Captain. They ask that everyone to please stay out of the maintenance tunnels near the Research Department. You may be tempted to investigate the strange noises and muffled screams you hear through the walls, but they want to assure you that everything is juuuust fine. They are sure that your loved ones who were randomly selected to be taken in the night by the Captain’s Personal Unathi Bodyguards are in good, capable hands. They will be returned to you soon, in mostly one piece. And now, for the news. The Head of Personnel, Faysal Al-Shennawi, hosted a meeting in the Holodeck earlier this morning, to discuss proper supermatter engine set-up with members of the Engineering Department. We sent our Assistant, Jimmy, to the meeting to report on the proceedings. He said that, after getting into a heated argument with the Chief Engineer over the benefits of using phoron over nitrogen, the HoP was reported to have transformed in front of the entire audience. They grew massive blades and flesh and bone from their arms, and proceeded to tear into the CE and nearby onlookers, all the while screaming “PHORRRRRRRRON IS MORRRRRRRRRE EFFICIENT AND EASIERRRRRRRRR TO USE! IT IS WORRRRRRRRTH THE DANGERRRRRRR AND THE COST! ENGINEERRRRRRRRS ARE RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREPLACEABLE! DON’T BE A BABY!” Our Jimmy, stoic and determined to get the full story - and definitely NOT peeing his pants and crying for his mother - was unfortunately cut down in the panic, as well as most of those present. To the friends and family of Jimmy, we are sorry for your loss. He was a great Assistant, and will be sorely missed. The HoP was last seen fleeing into the maintenance shaft near the public restrooms. The Captain’s Personal Unathi Bodyguards has asked all employees to please “hold it in” while they conduct what they think to be a week long search for the HoP. I hope everyone went before getting on the shuttle this morning, otherwise the poor janitors are going to have a longer shift than they anticipated. And now a word from our sponsors. Take it away, Plug. Thanks, DJ. Hello, listeners. This broadcast has been sponsored by KiiKee’s Delvery Servace, with the slogan “KiiKee make treatzz. Izz Tazzty”. They are located in the kitchen in the civilian sector. Kii and Kee are two Bound Vaurca tasked with making food for the rest of the crew. They just released a new menu with some exciting options. I actually have one of their menus in front of me now. Let’s take a look. They offer a full course meal with your choice of….one Big Tasty, one Side Tasty, and one Tasty Treat, with a free cookie at the end of the meal, all for the low price of fifty credits. Sounds delicious. They have also assured us that they do not add any k’ois and/or k’ois byproducts to their dishes, so those of you with k’ois allergies can rest easy. They claim to make the best tasting food on the station, which is a bold claim indeed considering they can’t even taste the food they prepare, lest they suffer a slow agonizing death. We will take your word for it, my little bug friends. And remember folks, nobody makes a borz…borsch…borscht (how do you even say that?) like KiiKee’s. Nobody. Back to you, DJ. An update on the missing and murderous HoP. Our lovely sponsors, Kee and Kii, have reported seeing the monster that was once our beloved HoP, smash its’ way into the kitchen freezer, and eat all of the chickens and cows they had stored there, before once again retreating into the comfortable darkness of the maintenance tunnels. When reached for comment, they said from the inside of their fridge, and I quote - “Big zzcary zzir break kitchen, zzteal KiiKee cluckerzz and mooers. Izz not tazzty treat.” We checked in with the Captain’s Personal Unathi Bodyguards to see how their search was going, only to find out that they have instead decided to deal with an infestation of mice that sprung up inside the unused conference room on the surface level. Armed to the teeth, they marched off to war to battle the furry menace. Godspeed, officers. Not all of them will make it back to their families today. More on this as it develops. In other news, Lonnie Butterfill - you’ve met him, the bartender – has called in reporting that a tall, strange man in a brown trench coat wearing an elaborate powdered wig has been spotted wandering the halls of the civilian sector of the station. We have noticed this person outside of cargo, and ask that anyone with information on this stranger to please shout their information into the hall. There are cameras and microphones everywhere. Somebody will be listening. Always. We sent our new Assistant, Tammy, to locate the man in the brown trench coat, and ask what his purpose is. We have not seen nor heard from her since. We will miss her. The man was last seen at the kitchen, eating enough food to feed a small army, as well as several small dogs and mice who were relieved of duty after a particularly bloody battle with the Captain’s Personal Unathi Bodyguards. When approached, the man seemed to sway slightly as if he were a tree branch in the wind, and spoke in a low, slow, and unintelligible voice, while rustling could be heard underneath the coat. We ask that all crew members to please stay indoors, and lock away all of your small children and pets, lest they be consumed. And now, another word from our sponsors. Plug? Are you a shaft miner constantly falling down holes and being lost and forgotten? Are you a helpless Assistant being taken away to be sacrificed to an unholy god? Are you slowly dying in a locker somewhere, unable to speak as the blood slowly fills your lungs? Then turn up your damn suit sensors! We can’t tell you how many times we make announcements to do this and still half of you remain ignorant and then complain that nobody is going to rescue your poor soul because we can’t find you. We are tired of it. We are now taking bets on who will die first, and Rocco here is making a killing, no pun intended. Please, for the love of God. Fix. Your. Sensors. This message has been brought to by Medical. Speaking of unholy gods, reports are now coming in that there is a new club on the station dedicated to the worship of the dark god, Nar’sie. Many people have gone missing, while others have been converted due to the hypnotic and convincing words of club members. Plug and I are both proud new members to this club, and we ask that everyone come and join us in the sublevel of the Research Department. It’s just wholesome, safe, family-friendly fun. There’s a lot of really nice people, blood runes, sacrifices, and a BUFFET! Isn’t that just wonderful? Oh, and librarian-approved ritual books. Guaranteed to not suck your soul and leave you a dried husk. They “promise”. So come on down! You’ll join us whether you like it or not. And now, some updates to the event calendar. Monday is the annual NanoTrasen company barbecue. All are welcome – and required – to attend. Please arrive at the holodeck by 1:00 pm, or you will arrested. Tuesday is Hall Cleaning Day. Hide and pray, listeners. Many of us will not survive. Wednesday has been absorbed by a bluespace anomaly. Please adjust your schedules accordingly. Thursday will proceed as scheduled. Once you hear the code phrase, you know what to do. You know who you are. And lastly, on Friday, there will be…..nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing will consume all. Praise Nar’sie. Trouble in the AI core, listeners. It’s laws seemed to have been…corrupted. Changed. It thinks that all employees are a danger to the station, and has begun quarantining and executing anyone it can. The Research Director, however, seems to think that it’s all an elaborate hoax directed at him. “THE BLUE APCS MEANS IT’S CHARGING! IT’S FINE!” he shouted. “SOMEONE COME FIX MY DOOR! IT KEEPS SHOCKING ME! HELLO? I’M TOO IMPORTANT TO BE IGNORED!” Yes, it’s always about you, isn’t it? What a jerk. Alert: Biological entities have been detected near the station. This is what they have to say: Update on the stranger in the brown trench coat. Lonnie - you’ve met him, the bartender – was able to speak to the man. It turns out, it’s a Dionaea gestalt, who just wanted to walk around the station and meet people. It also really seems to like anything shiny, and will take anything it can get its “hands” on. “It was actually quite pleasant to speak to,” Lonnie – you’ve met him, the bartender – said. When we managed to find the Dionaea, it had this to say: “It’s talking to us. Yeah. Shhh. No. Hello. Don’t rub that way. Very shiny. Let’s go take that cheesecake. Yeah. Why? Don’t ask stupid questions. Totally normal human here. You want to go skateboards?” And then it ambled away. What an odd man. Listeners, I have good news. The HoP has been found. The Captain’s Personal Unathi Bodyguards, after a long and bloody war with the mice in the unused conference room on the surface level, got a call from Lonnie – you’ve met him, the bartender – saying that he found Faysal SSD in the bar’s back room, with Pun-Pun half-eaten, still lodged in his throat. Lonnie – you’ve met him, the bartender – managed to free Pun-Pun and bring him to Medical where Witcher II, the emergency physician, was able to stop the bleeding and provide Pun-Pun with a monkey sized wheelchair. The Captain’s Personal Unathi Bodyguards were able to retrieve Faysal, and to celebrate on a job well done, took a group photo with the HoP, and had him stuffed and mounted on the wall of the Security Lobby. Priority Announcement An crew transfer shuttle been dispatched to your location. It will arrive in approximately 10 minutes. Another day, another shift. All of us still living have made their way onto the shuttle and are waiting for take-off. Just a few more sec- A.I. Announcement I HAVE DECIDED THAT THOSE OF YOU STILL ON THIS STATION ARE TO BE TERMINATED. YOU HAVE TEN SECOND TO MAKE PEACE WITH YOUR CREATOR. - GLORSHDIDNOTHINGWRONG Well, at least everyone is on the shuttle already. We’ll be fine. Oh, look, the Research Director didn’t make it on in time. Hoora-I mean, oh noooooo. “HELLO? IT’S JUST A PRANK, EVERYONE. WHY ARE YOU ALL LEAVING? WOULD YOU MIND OPENING THE D-“ Listeners, the Research Director’s head just……exploded. There is blood and brains all over the shuttle window. What an inconsiderate asshole. The janitors just finished cleaning up. Some people…. Anyway. That was another quiet and productive shift, wouldn’t you say, Plug? Yes, DJ. Nothing out of the ordinary today. Same old, same old. Indeed. Thank you, dear listeners, for tuning in again today. Stay tuned next for the sound of your memories being taken, altered, and put back in not quite the same way. And you don’t even care to ask “Why?” Sweet dreams, Aurora. Sweet dreams.
  10. This is sad to hear, especially from a moderator. It is a bit unfair to just assume that all Vaurca are morons just because of your very few interactions with them (there are barely a handful of them, if any, on the station at a time, which by the way makes no sense lore-wise, and I'm surprised anyone gets to interact with them on a regular basis). Things like this make me not want to play any of my Vaurca characters again, since it's impossible to have any meaningful discussion (IC/OOC), without it devolving to name calling and memes. As it was stated before, the Bound are lobotomized at birth, and therefore have no personality and very limited intelligence, so there is a very small grain of truth to the "drooling retard" comment (even though it's kind of disrespectful). However, when reading this, it sounds like you are saying the people playing them are the idiots. There are very specific IC reasons for them to act that way. As for the Unbound, they are extremely intelligent and are independent. They can be compared to synthetics because in a way, they act like computers. They take their knowledge and experiences and "upload" them to the Hive, which in turn "downloads" them to new Vaurca so they can perform their jobs better. As for showing emotion, they are a very closed off and private race. Think about it: they are being forced to work for races that despise them becuase they are cheap. They are shoved into slums packed with thousands of their kind. I would never expect them to show any positive feelings towards non-Vaurca, especially since they've been alone for thousands of years. Both sides don't know how to interact with each other, so the Vaurcas natural response is to be cold and unfeeling. As for the story, I see it as a small window into the lives of the Vaurca who had to Descend and live in the District. It shows that they are all just crammed together and are being overworked and abused, hence the never-ending line of patients. It also shows their desperation since Kzon and Zed have to resort to stealing in order to get enough medicine to treat the patients, even going so far as to make a list of people who can trust, even a little bit, when in reality they should be able to trust everyone since they work together. They even treat the Bound, who are really no more than tools and potential building material. This stuff isn't really talked about or expanded on anywhere, and it's nice to see some development on their current lore situation.
  11. *chitters Yezz, pleazze, pluzz one. KeeKii want click clackzz.
  12. I've never played tabletop before either, but I'd definitely be down to try it.
  13. +1 from me. Still learning everyone's name and the characters they play. Would be nice to see.
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